Sweet Dreams

We aren't ill or misbecoming as to keep us well apart, still I have to ask Were we doomed from the start?

Just Yesterday I told you I would love you forever You held my hand and tucked me in at night We laughed all day and had snacks in the dead of night How typical would it be if I said "This is not what I intended" Is it wrong we acted happy, but obviously pretended.

We keep saying we'll make time except we'll keep saying it until the end of time. "Que paso a familia primero?" Us newcomers found new freedom on an endless scale It tasted sweet and led us to a blindly forethought fail

Sweet dreams are made of these These times when sweetness isn't found in the day When the deep-rooted conncetion is suddenly quite shallow Maybe a bit of water and sunlight Perhaps then our flower can once again stand upright

I heard once people change I also heard change is good Whoever said that was wrong

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